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Sunday, February 9, 2014

The following is an excerpt from Initiate by Tara Maya, who is one of the contributors to Faery Worlds (a six-book anthology that also contains my book Fairy Metal Thunder). I'm doing a Skype interview with Tara in a month or so, and I'll post when that's available!

The Unfinished Song
(Book 1): Initiate by Tara Maya

BLURB

DEADLY INITIATION

A DETERMINED GIRL...

Dindi can't do anything right, maybe
because she spends more time dancing with pixies than doing her
chores. Her clan hopes to marry her off and settle her down, but she
dreams of becoming a Tavaedi, one of the powerful warrior-dancers
whose secret magics are revealed only to those who pass a mysterious
Test during the Initiation ceremony. The problem? No-one in Dindi's
clan has ever passed the Test. Her grandmother died trying. But Dindi
has a plan.

AN EXILED WARRIOR...

Kavio is the most powerful
warrior-dancer in Faearth, but when he is exiled from the tribehold
for a crime he didn't commit, he decides to shed his old life. If
roving cannibals and hexers don't kill him first, this is his chance
to escape the shadow of his father's wars and his mother's curse. But
when he rescues a young Initiate girl, he finds himself drawn into as
deadly a plot as any he left behind. He must decide whether to walk
away or fight for her... assuming she would even accept the help of
an exile.

EXCERPT

Blue-skinned rusalki grappled Dindi
under the churning surface of the river. She could feel their claws
dig into her arms. Their riverweed-like hair entangled her legs when
she tried to kick back to the surface. She only managed to gulp a few
breaths of air before they pulled her under again.

She hadn't appreciated how fast and
deep the river was. On her second gasp for air, she saw that the
current was already dragging her out of sight of the screaming girls
on the bank. A whirlpool of froth and fae roiled between two large
rocks in the middle of the river. The rusalka and her sisters tugged
Dindi toward it. Other water fae joined the rusalki. Long snouted
pookas, turtle-like kappas and hairy-armed gwyllions all swam around
her, leading her to the whirlpool, where even more fae swirled in the
whitewater.

"Join our circle, Dindi!" the
fae voices gurgled under the water. "Dance with us forever!"

"No!" She kicked and swam and
stole another gasp for air before they snagged her again. There were
so many of them now, all pulling her down, all singing to the tune of
the rushing river. She tried to shout, "Dispel!" but
swallowed water instead. Her head hit a rock, disorienting her. She
sank, this time sure she wouldn't be coming up again.

"Dispel!" It was a man's
voice.

Strong arms encircled her and lifted
her until her arms and head broke the surface. Her rescuer swam with
her toward the shore. He overpowered the current, he shrugged aside
the hands of the water faeries stroking his hair and arms. When he
reached the shallows, he scooped Dindi into his arms and carried her
the rest of the way to the grassy bank. He set her down gently.

She coughed out some water while he
supported her back.

"Better?" he asked.

She nodded. He was young--only a few
years older than she. The aura of confidence and competence he
radiated made him seem older. Without knowing quite why, she was
certain he was a Tavaedi.

"Good." He had a gorgeous
smile. A wisp of his dark bangs dangled over one eye. He brushed his
dripping hair back over his head.

Dindi's hand touched skin--he was not
wearing any shirt. Both of them were sopping wet. On him, that meant
trickles of water coursed over a bedrock of muscle. As for her, the
thin white wrap clung transparently to her body like a wet leaf. She
blushed.

"It might have been easier to swim
if you had let go of that," he teased. He touched her hand,
which was closed around something. "What were you holding onto
so tightly that it mattered more than drowning?"